Post by Deleted on May 10, 2015 17:50:04 GMT
{F} l o r i s {I} l i a s {A} s i m o v
B a s i c s
{Age} 4 years
{Sex} Male
{ Ethnicity } Belgian - Arabic
{ Rank } Scout
{Coat color} Deep browns and rusty hues
{Eye color} Cerulean
{Height} Tall at the shoulder and lanky
{Orientation} Pansexual
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P e r s o n a
{Traits} Gregarious. Affectionate. Soft-hearted. Loyal. Prideful to a fault. Jesting.
{Description} Mild-tempered and usually easy to get along with. Takes joy in humor. Uses words over brute force, and will attempt to talk his way out of a conflict. Smells faintly of smoldering rosewood.
{Flaws} Gullible. Flighty. Unsure of himself (afraid of being a burden). Missing his left foreleg, walks with a prominent limp and is often afflicted with ghost pains. Pink scarring across the right side of his maw and cheek, paralyzing several of his facial nerves and leaving his expressions lopsided.
{Appearance} A long, soft, but bedraggled coat. A wild, dark-hued, and unkempt mane. Prominent scarring across his face and left shoulder. A contagious lopsided smile and kind eyes.
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R e l a t i o n s h i p s
{Son of} Ilias and Femke Asimov
{Family status} Disowned
{Father to} N/A
{Eyes follow} Possibly one
{Infatuated with} N/A
{Bound to} N/A
{Friend to} Many. Appears to be closest with Cazatella, Steen, Viccari, Asuya,
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A n U n r e m a r k a b l e E p i t h e t
Born with the full name of Floris Ilias Asimov, this brute has opted to go only by his surname: Asimov. There is mixed reasoning behind this decision (partially including harsh feelings between he and his blood relatives) but most signs point to his apparent embarrassment toward his birth name; usually stating in his defense: “I sound like a sort of flower.” Next to none have been told of his first name.
A B r i e f H i s t o r y
Asimov was not three-legged from birth; made obvious by his noticeable scarring. The brute was sleek, shiny, and remarkably built once: But he has long since lost the claim to such traits (considering himself an obsolete shell of what he once was). Born to high status and respected parents in a pack built upon principles of honor, Floris Asimov was groomed to be a noble warrior: imbued with might on the battlefield and respectful grace on the home front.
Not long after he had reached young adulthood and the peak of his physical form, turbulence between his birth pack and a neighboring pack stirred up conflict. To mend relations and keep the two packs united, a brute from one hierarchy and a dame from the other were selected to become mates in an arranged ceremony of bonding. Asimov was chosen for this and, with his lifestyle of respect and obedience, went along with it without question. He was to be married to the shaman of their allies, a dame of his age named Lillith. At first the two were merely polite companions, going along with the bond for the sake of their respective families; but Asimov (being something of a hopeless romantic) soon felt something more. Before long the day of the ceremony arrived, and their grace period of getting to know one another beforehand had ended. As part of the ritual Asimov (alone) was tasked with escorting the dame to the ceremony grounds (a several day trek away). But on the way, in the dark of the forest, they were ambushed by a territorial bear (having unknowingly crossed into her den grounds). Asimov’s face was badly scarred and Lillith was killed. Asimov arrived at the grounds a full day late: alone, shamed, and covered in both of their blood. His failure to protect her brought shame to both packs, and he was punished accordingly. His left foreleg was taken in a ritual punishment, and he was banished from his homelands.
A f t e r m a t h
His conscience still heavy with his past failures, Asimov has made conscious efforts to change his ways. He now treats every dame he meets with the utmost respect, wishing to make up for the life of one he could not preserve. He has lost the cockiness of his young-adulthood, and now knowing that he is no longer able to fight and provide like he once was, he has resorted to a life of quiet patrol as a scout, devoting his time to serving others in whatever ways he can.
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